"Isn't he your uncle?" "No. He's my dad's best friend." "That's worse." He's thirty-one. Calm. Controlled. The kind of man who makes rooms go silent. I'm nineteen. A business student. Supposed to be focusing on my future - not on the way he watches me when he thinks I don't notice. "He knew you when you were a kid." "I know." That's the problem. He isn't supposed to look at me like that. And I'm definitely not supposed to feel this nervous when he steps closer. Some relationships are complicated. Ours is dangerous. Because the line between family and forbidden was never meant to blur. And he's never been good at respecting boundaries. imagined by Taesang__